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This is a short story i have written.
It's not set in 40k. I would greatly appreciate Criticism and comments. Any mistakes, please be sure to point them out.

'I can't give it to you for less than $2000.'
'That's absurd' Callum said indignantly 'With a car that old, you're lucky to be getting half that'
'I'm sorry' the salesman replied 'I have overheads to meet'
'What overheads?' Callum said glancing around the beaten up car sales office.
'Insurance, fuel, delivery, theft' the salesman rattled off a list of fake reasons. He was getting desperate, his first customer in weeks and it just happens not only to be a university graduate but one specialising in business and management. He sweated a bit more in his faux Italian suit, the air conditioning was 4 months broken and no sign of enough money to fix or replace it. With a final bead of sweat he gave in;
'Fine, $1,500' he said, shoving the pen and contract over towards the kid, he couldn't be more than 23 and yet he had got him selling under what he had hoped when he first met him.
'Done and done' Callum said signing with a flourish 'pleasure doing business with you'
'I'm sure' he replied dryly 'here are the keys, goodbye and good day'

Callum left the cramped office and strode away keys in hand. Sam and Finn were sat on the hood of the car Callum had spent the last half hour haggling over. It was as stereotypical as a car could be for a road trip through America. A red convertible Cadillac Eldorado. It was beaten and rusty in places, the seats had the ghost of stains on which were best not asked about, it had only one hub cap left and the roof didn't go up It was perfect. Sam and Finn saw the keys in Callum's hand and perked up;
'We good?' Sam asked. He had studied psychology before graduation. He was tall, well built and brilliantly athletic, if it involved physical exertion Sam had probably done it before. Dark brown hair was cut severely short and his similarly coloured eyes were darting and quick.
'We are good' Callum grinned 'He put up a fight but I managed to beat him down'
'As long as you didn't get a mess on his nice pretend suit that's fine' Sam replied
'Finally, we can get out of here' Finn said. Finn had studied History. He was originally from Northern Ireland but after the divorce of his parents his father had moved to England, Finn had come with him. He had mid length black hair and blue eyes, he was lower than average in height and had a skinny build.
'Yeah it's been fun but it's time to leave' Sam agreed 'besides there are only so many times you can play I Spy before you run out of things to spy'
'Lets grab our stuff and we'll be on our way' Callum said
They began walking to their dingy motel room;
'Who's driving?' Finn asked
'Rock, paper, scissors?' Sam suggested
'Sounds good'
'Okay, 1, 2, 3!'
'Damnit!'Callum cursed

They had been driving for 8 hours. The sun beat down on a barren and featureless Nevada desert. Then a shout. Fin heard it first but dismissed it almost instantly not realising it's incongruousness. Then his mind froze and re-winded a few seconds, he opened his mouth to talk when Sam beat him there;
'Did anyone hear that?' his voice raspy from the heat
'Yeah but whe-' Finn said just as the source of the shout became clear.
He was in his early thirties, of an average height and a slender build, dark hair topped his head. He was also very naked.
Callum stopped the car and shut the engine off. They climbed out and watched as the man sprinted towards them.
'You have to admire his technique' Sam said, Callum and Finn murmured in hypnotised agreement.
The man finally reached them less than a minute later. He was panting and exhausted, blood ran freely down his head and back and he danced from foot-to-foot to keep his feet from the hot asphalt.
'Hey, how are you?' he asked nonchalantly
The boys looked at each other, somewhat confused before Sam spoke hesitantly;
'Yeah, we're alright' he proffered, unsure of himself 'How are you?'
'Oh you know, not too bad, can't complain' he said still dancing 'You boys from Britain?'
'Yeah...' Sam said still unsure glancing between his friends and the stranger 'Are you-'
'What do you do? At home I mean?' He asked
''We, uhh, we just finished uni' Sam said
'That's great!' he said with genuine enthusiasm 'What did you study?'
'I did business management, Sam did psychology and Finn did History' Callum pointed at each of them in turn 'You realise-'
'I always wanted to go to University, we never had the money of course' the stranger interrupted wistfully
'You realise you're naked, in the middle of the desert miles away from anywhere chatting to three complete strangers about their education?' Callum said, determined to make sense of the situation life had dealt him
'Oh yeah I did notice' the stranger smirked 'kinda hard no to really'
'Why?'
'What day is it?'
what doe-' Callum started before simply replying 'It's Tuesday'
'Yeah it seems like a Tuesday, I never liked them'
'What? Why are you naked?'
'No idea, I can't remember anything, thought you might know'
'Why would we know?'
'It couldn't hurt to check'
'So you don't remember anything? Name, address, age?'
'Not a thing, though I think I like the colour blue'
A small period of strangely contented silence passed as everyone mentally re-evaluated the situation.
'Say' the stranger said 'I don't suppose I could trouble you for a lift?'